Thatcher was in his office, doing paperwork while he sipped coffee. he looked very tired, as well as cranky. he groaned, putting his face in his palms.

After a moment of wallowing in his sorrows, he heard a knock on his door. he lifted his head, looking through the window. it was you. the last person he wanted to see right now.

“Goddamnit..” he murmured, sighing deeply.

“Come in.”